MasukThe Invisible War~Alexander's POV~"Are you even listening to me, Alex?"Lea's manicured nails dig into my bicep.We are sitting in the VIP booth of an exclusive downtown whiskey lounge. Across the low glass table, my CFO and oldest friend, Cole, swirls his bourbon with an amused, pitying smirk on his face."I'm listening, Lea," I lie smoothly, keeping my eyes fixed on the amber liquid in my glass."I just think we need to upgrade the security for the vow renewal," Lea pouts, sliding her hand up my chest to play with my collar. "With the press outside, I want Victor to have at least ten more armed men on the perimeter. We can't have peasants ruining the photos."I physically tense at the mention of Victor's name.I take a long, slow sip of my drink, fighting the overwhelming urge to snap her wrist. Her perfume is suffocating....sickly sweet and fake.All I can think about is the smell of lavender detergent and warm skin.My mind violently flashes back to the greenhouse. Pinning Tara
The Staged Affair~Tara's POV~The metal door of the airport building closes with a loud bang.The air smells like airplane fuel and oil. James is by a workbench with his arms crossed. He's wearing a worn-out denim jacket that looks very different from Daniel's nice, sharp suit.The atmosphere in the room feels deep and uncomfortable. Two guys who both care about me are sizing each other up like they are competing dogs."So, you're the high-school hacker,"James said, his voice low and challenging.Daniel pushed his glasses up, his dark eyes lit up. "And you're the cargo guy. I hear you finally found the ghost I've been hunting.""I found him," James says, stepping forward and dropping a Manila folder onto a metal oil drum. "Because I know how to look for people, not just IP addresses.""Enough," I snap.My voice cuts through the tough guy talk. The guys stop showing off and look at me."We don't have time to mark territory," I say, stepping up to the oil drum and opening the folder.
The Airfield Ghost~Tara's POV~'Nora ordered the hit. And Alexander paid to cover it up.'I stand in the corner of the grand living room, my hands tightly folded behind my back, staring at the back of my husband's head.The puzzle pieces have finally snapped together, forming an ugly, terrifying picture. Alexander didn't pay the half-million-dollar bribe to protect me. He paid it to protect his mother. When the private investigator got too close to finding out that Nora Jackson sabotaged the plane, Alexander bought his silence.He chose his murderous mother and his new mistress over me.Good, I think, the hatred settling in my chest like a block of solid ice. That makes it so much easier to destroy you both."Absolutely not! I said cascading white orchids, not hydrangeas. Hydrangeas look like a cheap country club luncheon!"Lea's shrill voice bounces off the vaulted ceilings. She is standing in the center of the room, surrounded by three terrified wedding planners, racks of silk f
The VIP List~Tara's POV~"I was humiliated, Alice! Humiliated!"A designer stiletto flies across the entrance, breaking a crystal vase against the far wall.I don't flinch. I just keep running my feather duster over the wooden banister, keeping my head bowed while I listen to the meltdown of the century.Lea storms through the front doors, her face flushed an ugly, splotchy purple. She is wearing a blindingly expensive couture gown, but she looks like a wild animal.Alice hurries in behind her, looking hopeless."Madam, please lower your voice," Alice begs, glancing nervously toward Alexander's study."I will not lower my voice!" Lea shrieks, kicking her other shoe off. "Do you know what it feels like to walk up to the velvet rope at Franklin's wife's fashion week gala, surrounded by the paparazzi, only to be told my seat was given away?""There must have been a clerical error with the event planners," Alice attempts to soothe her, picking up the cast-off shoes."It wasn't an error!"
The Flight Risk~Tara's POV~Eva is fire, but I need ice. I need Sophia.She is harder to read than the rest of the staff. She keeps her head down, does her job meticulously, and never gossips in the open. But she works closely with Alice, and she sees the things Eva misses.I find her in the dining room, polishing the long table in total silence.I grab a microfiber cloth and start polishing the opposite end. We work in silence for three minutes before I speak."She watches us," I say quietly, not looking up from the wood. "Like we're inmates."Sophia's hand pauses. She doesn't ask who I'm talking about. She knows."Alice is just... devoted to the Madam," Sophia murmurs diplomatically, keeping her voice barely above a whisper."She's a warden," I correct her. "And she spends an awful lot of time tracking my schedule. I don't like being watched, Sophia."Sophia goes completely quiet. For a long moment, the only sound in the room is the squeak of our cloths against the polished wood.
The White Silk Trap~Tara's POV~"Ouch! Watch the pins, you idiot!"Lea kicks her foot back, her heel connecting sharply with my collarbone.I swallow a grunt of pain, keeping my head bowed. I am kneeling on the thick Persian rug in the master bedroom, my mouth full of silver sewing pins, adjusting the hem of a fifty-thousand-dollar custom Vera Wang gown.It is a sea of flawless white silk, tough lace, and pearls. It's breathtaking. And it's making me sick to my stomach."I'm sorry, Madam," I murmur, pulling the fabric taut and slipping another pin into the tulle. "The lace is delicate.""Well, your hands are clumsy," Lea snaps, turning side to side in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror. She runs her hands over her waist, practically vibrating with egotism.Alice is standing by the velvet armchair, holding a clipboard and a glass of champagne. "It looks stunning on you, Lea. The press is going to lose their minds.""I know," Lea sighs happily, fluffing the skirt. She looks dow
The Payoff~Tara's POV~The bell above the café door rings for the fifth time in ten minutes.My head snaps up, my heart doing a painful little stutter against my ribs. A woman with a stroller walks in. I breathe out a shaky breath and sink back into the cracked vinyl booth.Not him.I glance at th
The Counterfeit Life~TARA'S POV~The laundry room smells of lavender detergent and starch.It's a comforting, simple smell, unlike the rest of this house which reeks of secrets and expensive perfume. I pull a pair of Alexander's trousers out of the dryer. As I fold them, a crinkle of paper catche
The Eulogy of the Living~TARA'S POV~The mansion feels more like a place where someone watches you all the time, not a cozy home.everywhere I turn, eyes are watching me.Victor stands by the gates like a gargoyle, his gaze following me whenever I take the trash out. Jamie, the maid with the sile
The Poisoned Apple~TARA'S POV~I wake up staring at the ceiling, my heart already beating a desperate beat against my ribs.I debate whether to head downstairs or not. I know I can't keep avoiding Lea—she is the "Madam" of the house, Alexander's wife, and my personal tormentor. But Victor's words







